This was pure brain-washing. Crap.The woman went on a date. We could feel her excitement as she walkeddown the street. We could hear her high heels cl...cking. We could feelher dress swinging - as if we were wearing it.She danced with some guy. We could feel her relaxing in his arms and herpleasure with the music and the dance. Between every dance he kissed her(us), and we were overwhelmed with pleasure. I tried to shut it outafter the first kiss.After the movie we went to our room and to. It certainly wasn’t the fault of women that he had to kill other men, as women were naturally predisposed to want no other solution, and if he were to kill one man, it would in a sense be like jumping over the numerical line that extended into something valid. Whether a simple number greater than zero represented a body killed or a status to be held, it would merely perpetuate what was already grotesque into a lust for killing that knew no end. So killing men for a shot at luring a legitimate. Mere itna kehte hi uncle khoob zor zor se boobs ko bari bari kar ke choosne lage. Meri siskariyan nikal rahi thi.Meri chut to jab se unka lund choosa tha tab se hi gili hui padi thi.Itna pani chod chuki thi ki mujhe tension ho rahi thi kahi dehydration na ho jaye.Mujhe unke kaatne or zor se masalne par bhi maza aa raha tha or me unke ganje sir par kiss kar rahi thi or unka sir apne chest par daba rahi thi.Mujhe ab unka ckina sir bhi sexy lag raha tha or me use apni jeebh se lick kar rahi. You see Annette suspected that I was really far more of a bisexualtransvestite than I was prepared to admit and she believed that was whyI went on about "pillow biters", "sissies" and "shirt lifters" sooften.And she was right. I just didn't know it yet. I called out to Annettethat I was out of boxer shorts."Well I suggest you put on your panties," she called back."Look I am not some sissy pillow biter," I shouted back, "and I thoughtwe had agreed I wasn't wearing your panties." I thought so.